Roses delight themselvesUpon your parted lips,While teeth chew upon the tears that run from bluest eyes,You smile with a message that sends a roaring painDown upon my feet,Your face is a homecoming,One kiss would tear it off,So that I may see your truth. Rose petals…
“Some state that such places, as Heaven or Hell, hold no existence, because there is lacking evidence for such places. Do we as humans, upon Earth, within that category named to be ‘Earth’, understand anything above or below us, when we are walking forward? The…
An empty home is a tragedyTo what has revealed itself, upon a day in destiny.We are two petals over curves,And over our memories,Where salvation lies buried, awaiting,The new snows to descend, upon the beautiful other.The little face you show, revealing perplexity.The tears you rain from…
Believe the beast who cried,“My shape is not how it should seem,Because, I belong in the arms of another,And not the arms of shadows!” Torment came over the beast who gnawed at its arms,A man with but a shadow for a reflection.One gaze into the…
A night without the embrace from thee,Is a night I’ll never be desperate to see,Upon the time when you return from across the waves,To see the defiled me,And know that the sun has run from me.The sun, as you, my created light,A single candle that…
Should I have known to slow the funeralUpon arriving to it?When seeing your form, in a state of no tomorrow,I breathed a sigh that revealed the cold,And gave my grief my hat to hold. Your form is as lifeless as the winter, with no shadow…
When Hell cannot be quelledOf its shaping design, to forge a fire in my mind,There are the eyes, I always followTo where they point,Upon my bosom, where a bruised heart, burns black.A little woman with her hair in tangles,And suffering as a stain upon only…
I blew a sigh in the direction I knew a kiss would follow from my own mouth, decorated in the red from another pair of lips. Her grace and simple smile. It was a memory I grew for, to a future I was terrified would…
Guilt sure is a sweetness upon my bitter tongue. A tongue that has spoken many regretful words, to people I’ve known to love. And I’ve grown tired of myself… I reflect in these thoughts, knowing that the pain is like building blocks to create a…
“In the banishment of the gun, there should also be the banishment of the camera. And why is this? What other reason, than to know how the camera pertains itself to the conscious and subconscious mind? In a world of honesty and dishonesty, there is…
